Featherbaby
Chillin' In The Garden
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I have Spring Fever....year round. (It's a chronic condition and eventually fatal). I moved to Florida 30 years ago because the growing season was longer and the winter agony was shorter. After reading all the above posts, I understand my compulsion a little better. My garden feeds my soul and gives me sanctuary from a world that seems to have gone crazy. Some days it's the only thing that keeps me clinging to optimism when everything else is pulling me into the black hole of depression. When I look out at my garden I am overcome by it's beauty and see the genius of my God every where I look. I know it will always be a work in progress as long as my body can endure the physical strain (I'm almost 60 and I know I won't always be able to do this, my back is already bad.) So here is the results of 20 years at hard labor:
A footnote: I have no husband to help and have hired very little outside labor. I have put in everything you see with my own two hands over a period of 20 years. No wonder my back is ruined. HA! I'm proud of it and it has certainly kept me 'off the street' and out of trouble. HA!
A footnote: I have no husband to help and have hired very little outside labor. I have put in everything you see with my own two hands over a period of 20 years. No wonder my back is ruined. HA! I'm proud of it and it has certainly kept me 'off the street' and out of trouble. HA!